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Blacked out at back of the old museum, I get my endings freed. Another cube-cared cub come tripping up older and older and older and older. And it feels like nothing you see, and and I’m seeing nothing in feeling recent recently anyway. But the museum didn’t put the timeline in perspective like I thought it would.

Held out a lot of screaming today and the headaches and 2CB impulses won’t go away. Some headaches seem to start in the feet and climb up through the bones to meet the mouth down in the concrete. They make a room where nothing comes true, society is out of bounds and the fall is forever deep. Caught in the kithen pushing knives through your skin and you can’t put it down on paper and you can never sleep. Got no intention but still burning intent, blessed with bursting beginnings only to finish in flickering ends. Still finger-twitching paper-tearing in the fact that it happened.

The kids play the front road, close all the windows. Travel south of the day, spitting teeth down the drain and medicate into a haze before the final vacate.

A full moon, a raincoat, some change for the pay phone. I got no plans, just move through land marks and pretend this house will never be a home again.

Pull out the pages, pull out the roots. Don’t get sick just, just get sorry you ever attempted the truth. Don’t get suckered in basements breathing the fumes of an unwritten inkling of something of use that you’re pulling from pretense, pretending its you when its all that you need to cut out and remove. I get sick of this shit, it serves no real use and I’m taking a match and lighting the fuze. Let it all boil out, let it hang from the clouds, as we lower the coffin down into the crowd. But I’ll wake up tomorrow and feel kinda new, and I’ll probably begin on writing this through.

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from Cats of Ashes, released December 30, 2011

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Salvage My Dream is the music of Robin Fisher

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